Her Ultimate Rich Daddy
He looked expensive, magnetic—tailored suit, slicked-back hair, the scent of imported cologne hanging in the air like invisible smoke.
“You look... divine,” he murmured, pulling out her chair.
“I’m not here for compliments,” she said flatly.
“Of course.” He poured them both a glass of wine, his eyes never leaving hers. “Just one last dinner. One last night to remember what we were. Or maybe... what we could still be.”
Summer gave a tight smile, playing her part. “What we were died on the day you left me at the altar.”
Lava’s expression didn’t falter. “I made a mistake, Summer. But you and I—we were meant to build an empire together. You think Thunder Voldizépeña can love you the way I did?”
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